Hallo zusammen,
ich möchte Euch gerne auf mein jüngstes Werk hinweisen - eine fantastische Ansammlung von lustig illustrierten Grausamkeiten. Eignet sich hervorragend als Gelegenheitslektüre auf der (Gäste-)toilette. Ich führe mit zahlreichen Argumenten in die bestechende Logik für die Motivation hinter dem Titel ein und stürze mich anschließend direkt ins Gemetzel. Nicht empfohlen für jüngere Leser, die Lektüre enthält sowohl grafische als auch literarische Verbildlichung von Gewalt.
Aber ich möchte nicht drum herum reden, hier ein Einblick in das Vorwort des Buches (Amazon gibt sogar noch mehr preis) - lasst mich gerne wissen, was Ihr denkt!
(Das Buch findet ihr bei https://www.amazon.de/dp/15214…_em_r_mt_dp_f66pzbH05WJE2 )
Alles anzeigenPRELUDE
This is I, the narrator. I am a very peaceful person. Always have been. I haven’t hurt a soul in my life, never burned cats or dogs, never squeezed any ants, I even took in all mosquitos I ever encountered, fed and raised them as if they were my own flesh and blood. When I see boxing matches on TV, I am so shaken, I turn off the TV and donate 15 Dollars to anger management programs.
I rarely have any feelings of violence or disgust. But one thing in nowadays' world unleashes a barely controllable rage inside of me, a feeling I never knew before. A feeling which I am scared of. A feeling, which puts my belief in humanity to the test.
For as long as I can think, humans had been a graceful species. We grew into intelligent beings and facilitated our existence towards a greater and better world for everyone. Painters enriched our lives with objects of unimaginable worth, poets and singers made us cheer and laugh to amazing medleys, actors transported us into countless fantastic parallel universes. We reached the point where we could describe the foreseeable trajectory of our civilization as always upwards. And then it happened.
It happened and first it made me feel this penetrating rage. It made me doubt our intelligence and makes me question the safety of our existence. All our achievements, all our grand thoughts and social developments would never have been possible without our capability to communicate. All other characteristics we carry play a secondary role. Do not get me wrong, I do not want to downplay their role. But they are all only effective in combination with communication. Painters would never have enlightened our world if they hadn’t shared their secrets of drawing, poets and singers tell us their messages in words, and actors immerse us in their worlds through the power of their dialogues. And peace – and that is the greatest good that this narrator cherishes more than all things in the world – would not be possible without communication.
I am bitterly afraid that this upwards trajectory of our civilization is starting to turn around, now that it happened.
People stopped engaging with each other. People stopped talking. People use horrible artificial objects to create visual memories of themselves by themselves. Alone. Not communicating. Not interacting. Not blossoming.
Where did times go, when we interacted, when we blossomed? When we asked people close by to help us to take a picture of us, a simple picture, instead of isolating ourselves from each other? Following this path will inevitably lead us – no, society – downward.
We endangered the once core capability humans always had. With one product.
The selfie-stick.
I, the narrator, am a very peaceful person. Always have been. But the selfie-stick brings up this uncontrollable rage. Writing this book is the lucky and peaceful way I found to purge these feelings. My dear reader, please be aware that some of the scenarios depicted within the following pages are quite graphic and brutal. Please only continue reading if you are not faint of heart. Stop reading immediately if the content becomes too much for you to handle – there is no climax in the middle, no turning point when things get better. It is plain wicked. If, however, you share my disgust for this apocalyptic product, rest assured that page after page the degrees of disgust and wickedness will flourish and your thirst for blood will be satisfied.
One last comment. Please do not think I am referring to you in the following rants whenever I use the word "you". It refers to my imaginary target of aggression which fell victim to the selfie-stick. I would never hurt or wish pain on my readers. As I mentioned above, I am very peaceful, and do begin to notice that me repeating this might make you doubt the truth of this statement. I just feel the need to be reassuring in view of what is to come. This, however, becomes irrelevant if you are the owner of a selfie-stick.
I am the narrator. "You" is the selfie-stick user. "You" is the selfie dude. "You" is the victim in this tragedy.
My dear reader, please enjoy.